you can’t trust a big b*tt and a smile no, that’s the old style in ninety-deuce, sh*t ain’t quite the same b*tches gotta brand new game, yo it’s kinda hard to see but the dating game ain’t what it used to be back in the day, if a ho wanted ya dough she give you a piece of *ss and there we go go and get knocked up and then get socked up you be broke and locked up but the news done hit b*tches all over on some new improved sh*t to y’all macks come to find out that b*tches are pullin jacks i remember every night all you had to worry about was gettin caught at a red light and the n*gg* gettin ya five, day to days now sh*t done changed cos you gots to watch the ones in the skirt and it ain’t about gettin burnt i know it sounds strange, but could you stop thinkin with ya d*ck for a change cos you’ll get a bullet in your brain, mr rich and about that b*tch, don’t trust em

here’s how the b*tches jack: they try to catch a dumb n*gg* in the act you came to the club, stepped to the bar and pulled out a wad of doves after you got buzzed, she walk by you saw how big her *ss was got her on the dancefloor and she started dancin like a ho jimmy got stiff, she ain’t have a ride home so you gave the b*tch a lift she didn’t wanna trouble you but hopped her big *ss in your bmw hopped to her house and started kissin and jimmy just wouldn’t listen cos you got real h*rny and that ain’t cool at four in the morning started undressing the ho got to the drawers and the ho said “no! “not on the first date “it’s gettin kinda late, could you come back at eight? ” you said “yeah!” cos you thought you met a wholesome ho but n*gg*, she know you rollin in some dough and you’ll regret and somethin ’bout a b*tch you just met don’t trust em!

eight o’clock on the dot, n*gg*’s hot d*ck hard as a rock straight on a solo creep can’t wait till her little boy go to sleep so you can seduce the g bust a nut and make an excuse to leave you got her worked out cos you the man but the b*tch got diff’rent plans she said “take off your clothes, jump in the bed” while she powder her nose you get b*tt naked, cos you ready to wreck it! cos you’s a motherf*ckin punk, next thing you know the door flies open with a blast with four n*gg*s in ski masks pointin a gun at the pimp you’re scared as a motherf*cker and jimmy done went limp they beat you down just a taste take ya to your house and make ya open up the safe drove you far, tied up in the trunk of your own f*ckin car take you out and pop the cap i told you the b*tch was a trap don’t trust em!